Two poems, with allegorical dialect - poetry
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to analysis his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you. Anyhow, he said to me (responding more on poem #728, "Derivative Echoes"): "Figurative language, denotation words used to refer to a little that you don't especially mean, is used here to make noises, as are descriptions sometimes. In all probability the aim I used emblematic expression images here was to tie the ideas and feelings my poem [s] expresses [ness] to the bodily world in which I want it to exist. " He lost me someplace along the line, but it sounded good when I read the poems. Rosa Penaloza.
The Bear-men of Qolqepunku
High up in the Andes of Peru
Glacier, frost and snow
Dressed in furry clocks and masks
Of sacred curative powers
The Bear-men, they are called:
Guardians of the ice
They cut the ice in solid blocks
To family, friends, and livestock
Ah! Sixteen-thousand feet high, comes
Year, after year, after year.
The Bear-men-, noiselessly watch
As if in thin air!. . .
They've now choose to leave the ice
As warming temperatures rise?
This is ration the Ice Cap
Perhaps this is a whisper?
"Is this the world's end?"
I would show you love in a handful of clouds-
Could I find the clouds, and find the love;
Fallen angels had love from heaven,
In hell one loves lust and thus, would be
Unhappy in Heaven I imagine?;
Looking for?? We're existing for?
?with aches and pains in the mind
Fear of death-nymphs (well dressed)
Light; complete pitch, more questions than
Poet Dennis Siluk
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its cadenced melody And I'm led like in a daydream to write its tunes.
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You give me a reason to want more and more..
Two Poems, with Metaphoric Language
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to appraisal his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.
The Power of Consumption Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by conception poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for antediluvian texts clandestine in caves.
Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. Maybe a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with certain subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:1.
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your sanatorium full of aliens, in spite of new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And eerie crawly germs, Then dont waste a further second, now were into choice spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me.
Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost in the grottos of Peru- By the hills of Huancayo Black Cloak was given A treasure of gold?; By none other than, Demonic goblins!?in the form of baking fruit; Hence, Black Cape fooled The goblins of oldBy using his wrap to pull The boiling fair-haired fruit Through the Andes to Lima, Peru!?Henceforward, he was swindled By a jeweler of dire repute. Thus, his life misrepresented (as so often they do); And now he lives with: Thirty-five dogs, on San Cosme Hill.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what draw back art hid?-Where declining mountains groan In shadow and amongThe torrents of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the path of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, exquisitely low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan's Lyrics
To many ancestors contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The aim for this is that the adult years of these poems are boring.
Life is a Fantasy
LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms packed with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only all the way through himHe satisfies his every whimHe leaves, she wipes himfrom her chin!Her care for NEEDS to see the bestHe answered her God requestTo have a roof to comfort bringA yard where all the birdies singTell me how she could exceedingly knowWhat cause for culture could she go?Her nurse evenly beaten if not worseThe cycle of violence - a woman's curseConflicting visions, dependenciesOne can bear many idiosyncrasiesShe could not make him defendant beDenial, avoidance? she disbelievesThe rabbit hides beneath tall trees.At thirteen a step-grandfatha'Finds a well-trained girl that oughta'Do what athletic men requestNever deliberate what is bestAnd run away she does at lastFreedom can be such a 'blast'A rabbit's foot upon a chainThe FANTASY her 'safe' domainHow long in life must it remain?To guard her from these menWho all the time for her lips, do 'yen'A state trooper in Tennessee Like every other man does see Her lips so full and delicious red Through the bars, not in a bed.
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to constantly bein a state of disarray..
The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none. nothing.
Three Poems [Lima; Judges and Evils Creation]
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does it heed one's drowsy Un-enthralled grief?But faintly it darkens Twilight's dunes-; With pinch shadows Straight from the moon.
The Poets Back into a corner [Three Poems with a review]
The Poet's Corner [Three poem/ see appraise of poetry under the poems]The Poets CondorThe condor fly's Amongst the hillsIn open skies Of San Jerrónimo, Near Huancayo?Forbidding any To near his path-Lest he dare To risk a attack, Near Huancayo!..
Four Poems: Crop of Enraged Livestock [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Enraged Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their blazing nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs anti the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who abuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's diminutive ones.
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great flare-up of Pompeii's adjacent volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the peak of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were commonly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to dream up what the colonize went because of (none, not one anyone survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its associates were baked alive or asleep, like pottery.
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silver alien craft, And at the same time as he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an minute one off fine At a cash slot machine of his choice And they are read-through all the time On his irises face and voice.And of choice they find that he is not, They determine he just cannot be there, Although he seems as if he is visible, And has hands and toes and hair, If he is not on the Great Data Bank, He plainly and austerely cannot be, He is not programmed and he is not ranked He is certainly not like you and me.
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